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“With your tongue,” I reply.
That’s all it takes for him to get back to work. And holy shit, it feels amazing. I struggle to sit still as Duke devours me. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm once again. Not wanting him to stop, I decide not to announce that I’m close–as if he can’t tell by the way I’m twitching and moaning.
Thankfully, Duke doesn’t stop. He takes note of what I like and doesn’t move away from that. Soon enough, my entire body quakes as heat spreads through me like wildfire. My thighs clench around Duke’s head as I lose any sense of composure.
When I’m too sensitive to take anymore, Duke stands up to take his clothes off.
“Buckle up, Sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter 21
Duke
AveryandIhavebeen doing this thing–whatever it is–for about a week now. Our date a few days ago made me even more crazy about her. She has such an energy about her that I can’t seem to get enough of. We’ve spent every night together, and I still have yet to have a nightmare.
I’m not sure if I’m getting better mentally or if Avery is some sort of magical cure. Either way, I’m counting my lucky stars. Maybe today I’ll bring it up to Dr. Tucker in therapy.
Or maybe not.
There’s something I like about keeping Avery and myself in our own little world.
This morning, I’m finishing painting the cabinets before I head to my appointment later on. Avery’s been in her office all morning on the phone with her lawyer, going over contracts for a new author.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I wonder who the hell is calling me. When I pull it out, I see that it’s my mother. I have no interest in talking to her, but I’ve ignored her calls for days now. I probably should make sure it’s nothing important.
“Hello?” I answer.
Sounding shocked that I actually picked up, she cries, “Hey there, son!”
“Hi,” is all I give in return.
“How are you doing?”
“Fine. I’m working, Momma. Did you need something?”
“Well, yeah.” She hesitates for a minute. “Duke, I’m getting married.”
She says it as though I should be shocked.
Nope.
Not even a little bit.
This isn’t her first rodeo with a man asking her to marry him, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. More than a few times, she’s actually made it down the aisle, and a few times more than that, it ended before it ever got to that point. So, no, my mother getting engaged is no big shock to me.
“Okay,” I reply.
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
“I would say congratulations, but I think when it comes to you, the word has lost all meaning.”
She lets out a heavy sigh, and I can tell she’s trying not to argue with me. Personally, I don’t care. We can argue all day long.
Composing herself, she says, “I’d like you to come meet him.”
“Why?” I ask in all seriousness.
“Well, I’d like for my oldest boy to walk me down the aisle, and I think it’d be awkward if you guys didn’t meet until the day of the wedding.”
